morning lifts her heavy head
and questions where her night just went
it's no good
the way she treats herself
all the sheets turned from the bed
in piles neither one of them read
it's no good
the story writes itself
we're shuffling about in centimeters
perpetuating
no one gives an inch
he walks on the balance beam
of her spine beneath his feet
it's no good
the way she placed herself
I don't wanna play your game
I win I come out just the same
it's no good
I'll just please myself
are we writing to remember
(the stories always stay the same)
are we writing to erase
(we only change the dates and names)
was it really worth remembering
forget as soon as soon as I lay down my pen
the stories always stay the same
we only change the dates and names
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023